"While I've yet to meet the familiar you describe, I have met something - or someone similar. That being the individual I mentioned earlier, though they were little more than a mote of half-faded aether when we first discovered them. It was whilst I was taking care of Convocation business in Elpis. Venat later determined that they hailed from the far-distant future."

He shakes his head, appearing somewhat vexed. "Though I'd normally dismiss such claims as pure fancy, it seems that much of what they described can be confirmed by others who experienced these events firsthand. ...It is also true that this familiar's soul was of a hue identical to that of Azem."

With another sigh, Emet-Selch makes a vague, dismissive gesture with his hand. It seems the universe is utterly determined to get one over on him. Or make him eat his own words. Or perhaps simply to make him suffer.

"Unless you were asking about the Fourteenth Seat, whom I have regretfully counted amongst my closest friends since adolescence."